The Further Adventures of Quincy Adams Sawyer and Mason's Corner Folks

sat with her head bent over her plate. All

tions, Maude?

at my life was saved by a woman

he entered and took his accustomed place at the head

ask a blessi

but there was no le

lmighty for his goodness in pr

f the fruit all our food is prepared by

ssary intelligence to prop

o death," said Maude, for

ather, a hap-hazard method of distributing his blessings. It is not

takes a personal interest in us? That he

ly do, Mis

coincidence. But supposing the horse had turned to the left, and stopped

ated before answering. At last, a smile lighted up his face and he replied: "It would p

"I am coming to hear you preach to-mo

will try to," the

r. Strout's plans being approved with some material modifications. Strout told his wife that Mr. Sawyer had

"Why have your feelings towards Mr. Sawyer c

usy of others' attainments was the real foundation of his hostility, Mr. Strout took his departure. Two

Ike, so he walked over to the old Putnam house. He h

I went through the day that Aunt Heppy died. I gave the house to 'Zekiel becau

e barn, and broached the m

o make him comfortable-but it's the stairs. He wants to eat with the others; he says he feels like a prisoner cooped up in one room. We have a spare room on the ground floor that old Silas Putnam used to sleep in. I'm only

thur Scates. He found the young man

s no use tryin' to cover it up, an' I can't give Arthur the kind of vittles he ought to have. He wants nourishin' things an'"-The old lady's feelings overcame her and she began to cry. "I'm ashamed of myself, but I

to allow the old lady to hav

k there are brighter

uincy spoke to Arthur. "I expected to see you in Bost

said his grandmother-"his health w

the proper food to build you up. One of these days, if you can repay me, well and good. If not, I can afford to give it

roke in Mrs. Scates, "she was

"she's going to have an

errupted Mrs. Scates. "Wel

le Ike is coming to live with her, and she needs assi

y live out of doors daytimes and sleep with windows and doors open at night. "I will see that you have good warm

t well so I can repa

me, and here's a big basket of apples and peaches, she sent you, and-" the poor woman was quite

r. Gay's church?" Qui

enough. He'll have to lea

at

l-an' ye can't make folks good un

al judgment that it would be "muckle many," and who, when asked if she expected to be one of the elect, replied "Sarta

n time for dinner, and, at his reques

ng alone was the height of enjoyment-and I did enjoy myself very sel

cy n

d be to live, if I could, with my own flesh and blood. But while th

aid Quincy. "Mrs. Scates

her grandson-he's con

a sanatorium

going to pa

nodde

are using your money to help o

Alice had given him to understand that h

ve drawn just as little as I could and get along. I bought a fifty thousand dollar annuity at sixty. I got nine per cent, on my money, besides the savings bank interest. As near as I

ood in the f

too much-for I'm afraid they'd squander it, a

suggest a public us

u've a good knack of disposing of your own and othe

incipally, with low-paid cotton mill operatives. Their employers, as a rule, are more intent on dividends than the moral or physical condition of their help. Accidents are comm

y, as you say, do good in the future, but theirs is degrading human beings at the present. I

build a hospital in Fernborough, but provide in your will that the mill operatives of Cottonton

'Zeke's, I'll send for Squire Rundlett to come and make ou

ought to himself-"Getting Uncle Ike to do something practical towards h

was getting ready to drive to Cottonton to

-a young man named Merry." He took out his note book, wrote

no one can see what it is, and lea

fe about Arthur Sc

row," he added, "but I didn't say anything about it to-

onable girl, and Mr. Merry was too sensible to think, because a young lady w

rple cloud in the west, the edges of which is bordered with gold. There are rifts in it, through which the sun show

away from the w

t take the horse I had-he is so gentle. What a

ndrew for a saddl

he most thoughtful

Road. When they returned, an hour later, there had been no runaway, unless Harry's heart had und